"Shaman Ji Nuan."
The voice of an orc came from the doorway, and Ji Nuan set down the small shovel she was holding and stood up to see the approaching figure, a smile appearing on her face: "Brother Ge Tai, what brings you here? Come in, quickly."
Ge Tai strode in and it was only then that Ji Nuan noticed the frown on his brow, his expression grave.
"What's happened? Weren't you out with the tribe gathering salt fruit?"
Ge Tai looked at Ji Nuan, his voice full of heaviness: "Shaman, we went to gather salt fruit, but all of the salt fruit we've planted has rotted and died.
We went into the forest to search, but the salt fruit trees we found were the same—all the trees we had previously harvested from were dead, their trunks turned black with not a single leaf remaining; the entire trees looked as if they had withered."
Upon hearing this, Ji Nuan's pupils contracted, and the smile on her face faded: "All dead? Did you bring any back?"
